Song of the Dragon (ASOIAF/WOT Quest)
- Thread starter Mazrick
- Start date
- Crossover
[X] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
Brainbow
Jamais vu
[X] Glamour- Through the manipulation of light and shadow a sorcerer can alter the appearance of himself or others. More powerful glamours can seem to lie to the world itself, making lies into truth. Rumors say the Warlocks of Qarth are masters of illusion, and the Faceless Men of Braavos marry glamour to bloodmagic
Much as I'd like the Healing powers, I recognize that the price is too high, and I don't think Aenar is either ruthless enough, nor resourceful enough to always have foolproof healing on hand.
Much as I'd like the Healing powers, I recognize that the price is too high, and I don't think Aenar is either ruthless enough, nor resourceful enough to always have foolproof healing on hand.
Well it's about the path we want for Aenar, and I doubt that any of our magic's are going to be foolproof at the start. But as a wise man once said, "It eez what it eez."
Rolen von Keng
Sleeping Green Bear
- Location
- The Wilderness
[X] Glamour- Through the manipulation of light and shadow a sorcerer can alter the appearance of himself or others. More powerful glamours can seem to lie to the world itself, making lies into truth. Rumors say the Warlocks of Qarth are masters of illusion, and the Faceless Men of Braavos marry glamour to bloodmagic.
[X] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
[X] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
I salute you, my brothers-in-arms for Healing. Let us prepare for the age of Glamour, and strive to make Aenyr successful.
- Location
- Canada
*BANG* Damn!
Gumiho
Reach heaven through violence!
There are other paths to success for maegi other than white mage you know. I much prefer sorcerer overlord myself.
- Location
- Asia
So who is considered as a barbarian ? It would be funny if everyone other than Aenar is considered as a barbarian.
- Location
- Knowhere
- Pronouns
- You
[X] Glamour- Through the manipulation of light and shadow a sorcerer can alter the appearance of himself or others. More powerful glamours can seem to lie to the world itself, making lies into truth. Rumors say the Warlocks of Qarth are masters of illusion, and the Faceless Men of Braavos marry glamour to bloodmagic.
- Location
- USA
Dothraki for sure. Ironborn too. Probably will look down on smallfolk in Westeros and perhaps elsewhere too. Perhaps not be too pleased by nobility that isn't particularly "refined". Of course Aenar likes Haegon's knights because he has interacted with them. So I'm thinking that once he meets more and more people his views may change a fair bit depending on how things go.
Gumiho
Reach heaven through violence!
I got good news, bad news. Bad news, the vote is closed. Good news, Glamour won.
Brainbow
Jamais vu
Alternately, he'd probably consider anything that doesn't reflect Qarth in some way barbaric, even if some centers would have words for Aenar about his eccentricities, warlock status notwithstanding. Free Cities might think him a fop, Westeros might see him as a parody of the Reach, and such disparaging could set off his Qartheen pride.
I feel your pain...I truly do...but at least whatever we chose, it's going to be useful.
I wasn't denying that at all. Most people prefer more versatile things like Wizards or Sorcs. so I'm unsurprised. But jsut because we learned healing didn't mean that we'd become a white mage.
Agreed, though it's most likely as they said. Anything of non-Qartheen influence is barbaric, for that's all that Aenyr has known as a child, due to his lack of traveling the outside world. I think that he'd probably consider Dothraki uneducated and brutish, but then again, he might see their power and give them a bit of grudging respect. It seems that for now, he believes that power is the way to rule.
[X] Healing
The first chapter actually suggests a deeper affinity to Westeros.
Could have been foreshadowing. Given that Aenar's parents wanted him to take Westeros, it would have made sense for them to both raise and educate him with a Westerosi focus, to make it easier both to convince Aenar to go there and to make the job easier for him. It's probably not a coincidence that Aenar was being taught by a maester from Westeros.
Poor Aenar.
Interesting that the kinslayer thing is not myth here, but actual objective fact enforced by the gods. Though given how easily they were thwarted here, god is indeed a questionable word to describe them.
Also kind of dick move from them, given how obviously this "kinslaying" was an act of mercy and kindness. The gods are obviously assholes.
the veil is probably thinner In Asshai by the shadow and the Blackfyre were the loser in GOT so maybe a crueler judgement on top of the sorcery just a thought.i just mean how people in asoiaf talk about the gods will shows in history so with the Blackfyres consisantly losing is already a bad sign along with practicing magic.
Interesting that the kinslayer thing is not myth here, but actual objective fact enforced by the gods. Though given how easily they were thwarted here, god is indeed a questionable word to describe them.
Also kind of dick move from them, given how obviously this "kinslaying" was an act of mercy and kindness. The gods are obviously assholes.
the veil is probably thinner In Asshai by the shadow and the Blackfyre were the loser in GOT so maybe a crueler judgement on top of the sorcery just a thought.i just mean how people in asoiaf talk about the gods will shows in history so with the Blackfyres consisantly losing is already a bad sign along with practicing magic.
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- Location
- USA
Well...we actually don't know what Aenar's mother wants him to do. Could be that she doesn't want him to risk his life trying to conquer Westeros. And Aenar has plenty of other tutors outside of Marwyn. I think it was his grandfather that was primarily in charge of arranging his education. There was that comment about how he spared no expense for Aenar's tuition despite the objections of other family members.
Brainbow
Jamais vu
My apologies, but voting is closed.
12 hours long shift voted during the launch break had no time to see that voting was over i am sorry
Signet
Mazrick
Shai'tan
- Location
- The Pit of Doom
"This is yours, now." Mother seems to have aged a decade or more since you entered the room. She holds one small, pale hand out towards you. Upon her palm is a Valyrian Steel ring. Black and red with the three headed dragon of House Targaryen prominent along one side. "Long ago your father said that this signet ring belonged to Aegon the Conqueror, and it was given to Daemon Blackfyre by his own father. Of course, it's not as famous as the Sword of Kings--the Westerosi are fools for their swords!--but it will mark you as the heir of the Black Dragon."
Letting out a deep breath, you accept the aged signet ring in shaking hands. For good or ill, you are walking in a history of your own making now.
Upon closer inspection, you note an inscription in High Valyrian on the inside of the band.
Zaldrīzī perzys asenagon kostos daor
Fire cannot kill a dragon.
When you attempt to put the ring on, it is too loose, too big. Eventually, you will be able to wear it properly and proudly. In the meantime, you quickly run a golden chain through it, and then drape it around your neck to join your other necklaces. You trace its contours with a tentative This signet ring, an object representing your father's legacy, becomes as precious to you as your own life.
Mother stands there shaking, and you lean over to hug her. She's strong, but even the strongest need support from time to time. You have lost a father, a man you didn't truly know, a man you foolishly looked down upon for many years of your life. Your mother has lost her beloved, her companion of these many years. Mother spent countless days seated by her husband's sickbed. She doesn't weep, truly all her tears have been shed, but her small frame is wracked by silent sobs.
"It will be alright, mother." You murmur. "I will make it alright."
"How?" She pulls away from your filial embrace. Her blue eyes flash angrily. "How are you going to make it alright? You cannot bring back your father!" Her sorrow has turned to cold fury. With her duties disposed of, she now speaks freely and fiercely. "By the Ancestors, Ahri, you're only sixteen! How can you even begin to keep your promise? Haegon had the good sense to avoid yet another doomed foray into Westeros. As gifted as you are, I will not stand by idly as you get yourself killed."
You stare at your mother as if she's grown a second head, like old Maelys the Monstrous. Your promise felt right. Such a vow is a sacred oath. Righteous and indignant fury wells up to meet your mother's cold words. Venom prepares to leap from your lips, but the fire is quenched immediately by the echoes of your mother's silent sobbing. Mother has lost far more than you this day. She must be terrified to lose even more. Everything she does and says is for your sake.
"Mother, you are right, I cannot bring back father. No one can." Your voice cracks embarrassingly, and you clear your throat. True resurrection is a myth. Only unclean necromancy stains this world. You'd burn anyone who proposed to do that to your father. "But, I will make his dream into truth. He will live on in our hearts, and we will carry on his legacy. The specifics are unknown to me, as the veil of the future is as implacable as ever." Those who rely upon prophecy are the purest fools. "Throwing down Robert Baratheon, conquering an entire continent as Aegon did, may seem like a child's folly. Indeed, it seems like madness. Yet, I made the Ancestor's Oath all the same, and do not forget one thing: you named me Dragon."
That is not just a word or name, but a title burdened by threads of fate and destiny. You can feel the weight of the declaration, the power of the title, but as with your ambition, the specifics elude you.
Mother remains silent for a long moment as she brushes back stray strands of red-gold hair. Her blue eyes are like chips of ice.
"Your birth was a miracle, and every day since you have demonstrated just how prodigious you are. Indeed, your facility with sorcery is utterly unprecedented, something I cannot begin to fathom." She admits proudly, however mother seems entirely unimpressed. She continues on with cold gravity, "but history is replete with prodigies who burned twice as bright for half as long. Brave fools who found only a length of steel shoved into their guts for all their daring. If you press your claim, the Golden Company may answer your call, but what is their strength against the might of the Seven Kingdoms? The Taish Arra and other Pureborn may be persuaded to back your claim, but they will not jeopardize their own interests in doing so. Further, do not expect a warm welcome in the home of your forefathers. Those with power do not bear any love for the Blackfyres, and when they look upon you, they will see a foreignborn slave-holding sorcerer. To take Westeros, you will need far more than determination and vagaries."
You have no rebuttal, no glib remark. You simply remain stonily silent. Mother's logic is solid, yet it feels vaguely wrong. Unlike your predecessors, you do have unconventional means at your disposal. Your path has been set. You must walk it to the end.
The air in the room grows uncomfortable, and after a few moments, you move to unbar the door. There you meet Ser Laswell Peake and maester Marwyn. After a few moments of confusion, you guide them and your mother to the adjacent study.
Regarding your newly discovered identity
[] Publicly reveal yourself as Aenar Blackfyre. The time for hiding is at an end. As a Blackfyre, a claimant for a foreign throne, your profile will explosively rise. Risk and reward may walk hand in hand. With such a massive undertaking on the horizon, you cannot squander a moment.
[] Remain temporarily as Ahren Taish Arra. Secretly send an envoy to the Golden Company, but otherwise continue as you have been. Might cost you opportunities in Qarth, but it will also allow you to remain relatively low profile until you are better positioned to come out into the open.
Letting out a deep breath, you accept the aged signet ring in shaking hands. For good or ill, you are walking in a history of your own making now.
Upon closer inspection, you note an inscription in High Valyrian on the inside of the band.
Zaldrīzī perzys asenagon kostos daor
Fire cannot kill a dragon.
When you attempt to put the ring on, it is too loose, too big. Eventually, you will be able to wear it properly and proudly. In the meantime, you quickly run a golden chain through it, and then drape it around your neck to join your other necklaces. You trace its contours with a tentative This signet ring, an object representing your father's legacy, becomes as precious to you as your own life.
Mother stands there shaking, and you lean over to hug her. She's strong, but even the strongest need support from time to time. You have lost a father, a man you didn't truly know, a man you foolishly looked down upon for many years of your life. Your mother has lost her beloved, her companion of these many years. Mother spent countless days seated by her husband's sickbed. She doesn't weep, truly all her tears have been shed, but her small frame is wracked by silent sobs.
"It will be alright, mother." You murmur. "I will make it alright."
"How?" She pulls away from your filial embrace. Her blue eyes flash angrily. "How are you going to make it alright? You cannot bring back your father!" Her sorrow has turned to cold fury. With her duties disposed of, she now speaks freely and fiercely. "By the Ancestors, Ahri, you're only sixteen! How can you even begin to keep your promise? Haegon had the good sense to avoid yet another doomed foray into Westeros. As gifted as you are, I will not stand by idly as you get yourself killed."
You stare at your mother as if she's grown a second head, like old Maelys the Monstrous. Your promise felt right. Such a vow is a sacred oath. Righteous and indignant fury wells up to meet your mother's cold words. Venom prepares to leap from your lips, but the fire is quenched immediately by the echoes of your mother's silent sobbing. Mother has lost far more than you this day. She must be terrified to lose even more. Everything she does and says is for your sake.
"Mother, you are right, I cannot bring back father. No one can." Your voice cracks embarrassingly, and you clear your throat. True resurrection is a myth. Only unclean necromancy stains this world. You'd burn anyone who proposed to do that to your father. "But, I will make his dream into truth. He will live on in our hearts, and we will carry on his legacy. The specifics are unknown to me, as the veil of the future is as implacable as ever." Those who rely upon prophecy are the purest fools. "Throwing down Robert Baratheon, conquering an entire continent as Aegon did, may seem like a child's folly. Indeed, it seems like madness. Yet, I made the Ancestor's Oath all the same, and do not forget one thing: you named me Dragon."
That is not just a word or name, but a title burdened by threads of fate and destiny. You can feel the weight of the declaration, the power of the title, but as with your ambition, the specifics elude you.
Mother remains silent for a long moment as she brushes back stray strands of red-gold hair. Her blue eyes are like chips of ice.
"Your birth was a miracle, and every day since you have demonstrated just how prodigious you are. Indeed, your facility with sorcery is utterly unprecedented, something I cannot begin to fathom." She admits proudly, however mother seems entirely unimpressed. She continues on with cold gravity, "but history is replete with prodigies who burned twice as bright for half as long. Brave fools who found only a length of steel shoved into their guts for all their daring. If you press your claim, the Golden Company may answer your call, but what is their strength against the might of the Seven Kingdoms? The Taish Arra and other Pureborn may be persuaded to back your claim, but they will not jeopardize their own interests in doing so. Further, do not expect a warm welcome in the home of your forefathers. Those with power do not bear any love for the Blackfyres, and when they look upon you, they will see a foreignborn slave-holding sorcerer. To take Westeros, you will need far more than determination and vagaries."
You have no rebuttal, no glib remark. You simply remain stonily silent. Mother's logic is solid, yet it feels vaguely wrong. Unlike your predecessors, you do have unconventional means at your disposal. Your path has been set. You must walk it to the end.
The air in the room grows uncomfortable, and after a few moments, you move to unbar the door. There you meet Ser Laswell Peake and maester Marwyn. After a few moments of confusion, you guide them and your mother to the adjacent study.
Regarding your newly discovered identity
[] Publicly reveal yourself as Aenar Blackfyre. The time for hiding is at an end. As a Blackfyre, a claimant for a foreign throne, your profile will explosively rise. Risk and reward may walk hand in hand. With such a massive undertaking on the horizon, you cannot squander a moment.
[] Remain temporarily as Ahren Taish Arra. Secretly send an envoy to the Golden Company, but otherwise continue as you have been. Might cost you opportunities in Qarth, but it will also allow you to remain relatively low profile until you are better positioned to come out into the open.
- Location
- USA
Big decision here folks. It's around 1/23/299 right now. If we go public with our Blackfyre heritage expect big potential butterflies. Within two months Westeros will be well aware that we are a Blackfyre. Varys and Illyrio will be shook and start adjusting their plans to deal with us. This can spiral into a lot of changes. It's hard to predict what changes but expect a lot of events like Renly dying (6/12/299) to be on the chopping block.
Keepign our heritage secret for now will allow us to prepare in secrecy but we will have less opportunities until we go public.
Gonna have to think about it.
Keepign our heritage secret for now will allow us to prepare in secrecy but we will have less opportunities until we go public.
Gonna have to think about it.